Poem...it's called dream

Okay this is one of my many other poems. This one isn’t as dark as the others, but it is still one of my best. Feel free to put any comment you like, because I can take almost any comment.

My eyes stare into the blinding dark, Waiting for my mind to get a spark. So many hours it did seem, I close my eyes and began to dream. I dreamt of a land so wonderful and free, There was no poverty.* The entire land lived in peace, There was not one person who was teased. I woke up and turned on the light, I opened my notebook and began to write.

Post any comment!!!

*poverty means broke, but it is in a more general purpose, refering to the people who have no money.

Answer #1

yeah. It’s my writing peice about writing.

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